Miss me?

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    This song is based on a very hard time in my life where I did feel suicidal and needed my friend for support and they wasn't there for me. But, for the grace of God, i made it anyway.

    Miss me?

    "Miss me?"

    Would you miss me, if I went away, never your eyes to lay upon me, not another single day?

    Would you notice if I was gone, left with out a goodbye or a so long?

    What if I vanished from the face of the earth, leaving no record I was here, except for my birth?

    What if you tried to call and there was no answer? Would my absence, eat away at you like cancer?

    What if you turned around and I was gone? Would you notice something was wrong?

    What if I disappeared, without a trace? Would you feel something was out of place?

    What if you wanted to talk to me and there was no voice to respond, the echos of your calls, going out, beyound the beyound.

    What if I died, how would you feel then? No more chances, to see your dear ol' friend.

    Would you come to my funeral and shed a tear? Would you wish I was still near?

    You wouldnt have to do that, while Im still here.

    Would you miss the goodtimes we had, would remembering them make you cry and sad?

    Maybe then, you would remember that you cared, for your dear ol' friend, who you used to be close to and everything between us, shared.

    It would be a different story, if I was making you go through, with what Iam with you. You would be telling me how your feelings were hurt and how I should think of you.

    But, you rarely think of me anymore and the pain of it, effects my core.

    Im stuck here, thinking of the goodtimes we experenced together. How we used to be there, for eachother, no matter the weather.

    Now two hearts, two minds, and two loves, have becomed one. How is it so easy, of our past between us, to shun?

    What if it all, was to come to an end?

    What if I killed myself, how would you feel then?

    Shed a tear because Im missing you and I dont want to smile, I just wish you come back over again and play awhile.

    I miss the good ol’ days

    What I dont understand is, why do they have to get old? I wasnt done making new days yet......

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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